From: an332173@anon.penet.fi (Lucky Man) Reply-To: an332173@anon.penet.fi Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: Crossings, Chapter Seventeen (MF,M+/F,FF,FF/M,wife,slut) Date: Thu, 3 Aug 1995 05:12:47 UTC Organization: Anonymous forwarding service Message-ID: <051353Z03081995@anon.penet.fi> CROSSINGS, (M/F, M/M+/F, FF, MF/F, wife, sluts) The following is for adults over the age of 18, only. If you are below the age of 18, do not read this work. If you are offended by graphic language, graphic descriptions of sexual encounters, and/or erotic story telling please, do not read this. You have been warned. Any resemblance to any person, living or dead is purely coincidental. There is some mention of actual places in this work. Rest assured that the activities described herein did not occur at those places. Copyright 1995, the author. All rights reserved. Any reproduction of this work outside the confines of the usenet news group, alt.sex.stories, without the explicit permission of the author is prohibited. Archiving of this work is permitted provided such an archive is on a system where potential readers have been validated to be over the age of 18, where access is free, download time is free, and the author is informed of the complete location of the archive for verification purposes. Archiving on E-mail request-type servers is permitted provided the author is informed in advance of the address and request procedures. All other use, including but not limited to commercial use of this work is prohibited without the permission of the author. The author may be reached at the anonymous address contained in the header of this post. Comments are invited. ********* Crossings, Chapter Seventeen During the next two and a half weeks, everything was about as status quo as it could be. Two more sexless bachelor parties, numerous tricks turned by Susan and Kristy, and Deirdre still showed up for her Sunday lessons with Susan and Kristy. Sadly, there was no sex. Not that Deirdre didn't want it. It seemed as if Susan and Kristy were going to make her beg for it. Friday, two days short of two weeks since Deirdre's deflowering, I came home early only to find Susan and Kristy in Kristy's room with a black man from the BCC--both ladies were paying close attention to licking his enormous cock. The man was the first man Susan fucked that night--the man with the largest cock in the room. I stood in the doorway watching as my own cock grew in my pants. The women did not see me, the man did not see me, I just stood there watching as the women licked then sucked on the cock. It was clear that both ladies were trying as hard as they could to get more than just the head in their mouths. Their jaws strained with each effort. Susan was the first to get more than the head into her mouth but had to quickly withdraw because she was suffering from cramps in her jaw. Kristy, a few moments later managed to get about four inches of the hard cock into her mouth but could go no further. Susan's cramps had subsided when she straddled the man, covered his cock with a rubber, then effortlessly slid down on the enormous black cock. Kristy straddled the mans face. Then as she moved to kiss Susan, saw me standing in the doorway. She told Susan who turned around then motioned to me to join in. I didn't need a second invitation and left an article of clothing with each step. "You still haven't done one thing, Mark." My wife was clearly getting hotter as beads of perspiration were breaking out on her forehead. "I need your cock in my cunt, too. Go get the K-Y." I was lubing my now rubber sheathed cock with K-Y, then I positioned myself so that my cock was right at the entrance to her pussy. The black man, whose name I later learned was Tim, pulled his cock out saying that I should start. I barely felt my cock go into my wife's stretched pussy. The black man had Susan bend over backward, then began his assault. I felt his cock next to mine as he penetrated my wife. Susan now had what she wanted--my cock and her black lover's huge cock in her pussy. She came instantly--even before we began fucking her. She was now a woman in heat. Kristy, who was kneeling on the bed watching us attempt a double pussy penetration, was now straddling the black man with her pussy in my wife's face-- Susan was eating Kristy's pussy very energetically. Kristy was sucking on her own nipples while the black man below her had inserted one of his large fingers into her asshole. I reached down, my fingers still greasy with K-Y Jelly and inserted two fingers into my wife's hungry asshole. We fucked like this for about twenty minutes with my wife and Kristy experiencing numerous orgasms--each one more powerful than the last. I felt my own orgasm coming. I started pumping harder into my wife. The other man inside her pumped hard as well. Finally, I felt my cock shoot sperm into the condom. About a minute later, Tim shot his wad as well. After we caught our breath and slipped out of my wife, Susan introduced me to Tim. We shook hands and the four of us took showers. Kristy made dinner. Over dinner my conversation with Tim turned to basketball and the upcoming playoffs. We became very animated. When Kristy mentioned I played basketball on our own court, Tim's eyes lit up. "You wanna run?" he asked me. "Sure, I'll run with you." I replied. I lent Tim a pair of shorts. Luckily he wore his sneakers to our house. On the way out of the door, I put a piece of gum in my pocket. Susan and Kristy joined us outside. I heard Susan whisper, "He's going to hustle Tim, Kristy. Watch." I was well into my routine. Not hitting easy jumpers, missing lay-ups, doing the things that would be expected from a thirty- nine year old "white boy". Being called a white boy isn't a really a racial slur when playing basketball. It can be, but not this time. It just means that while you can play basketball, you do not play with the intensity or the style of a black player. It's widely known. 'Soon, I would dispel that myth,' I thought to myself. "Since you're the guest, you get the ball first." I said to Tim as I threw him a weak chest pass. "Ten by one's, make-it-take it, behind the line two okay with you?" Tim asked. "I'll give you five points to start--because you're the guest." I said. Tim shook his head and I could hear him mutter, "Crazy white boy." I let Tim make two shots, one a driving lay-up, then an uncontested jumper. "Three and you're history, man." Tim said, starting to talk trash. Between baskets, I took out my gum and began to dribble lazily. "Watch, now, Kristy. Just watch. When he starts to chew gum, it means he's going to start playing." Susan said. I inbounded the ball to Tim. He took the ball to the right, I cut him off and forced him to dribble under the basket. "Nice D," Tim said. "But you gotta do better than that." Tim tried a crossover dribble, then pulled up for a jumper. I easily blocked his shot. "Get that shit off my court!" I said loudly. "You're playing at my house. You're going to get an education. I'm going to piss on you, now!" Three drives, three dunks. Each one punctuated by a loud "Yeah!" from me. "You ready to play, now or are you just going to stand there and watch me dunk on your sorry ass?" I taunted. Two, two pointers in a row. "I'm only down by one, now. This is too easy." I said as I laughed. "C'mon let's play ball." Tim said. "I bet you're really confused now. Is he going to hit another jumper or is he going to dunk? Don't worry, Tim. I'm going to tell you exactly what I'm going to do. I'm going to drive to my right then I'm going to hit a lay-up." I taunted. "Are you ready?" "Yeah, c'mon." Tim said. "Don't be afraid. I'm not going to even touch you." I said half mockingly. Easy lay-up. Another two pointer. Game. Tim was exasperated. He wanted to go again. Next game. Ten, zero. 'Man, where did you play ball?" Tim asked. I went on to tell him my story over Gatorade in the kitchen. Tim showered, then left saying he had a great time. There were no bachelor parties scheduled for that night. The next day, I awoke to find a pair of lips on my quickly hardening cock. Kristy was sucking my cock very hard. I had never felt anything like it to that point. It felt as if she was trying to suck the cum right out of my balls. I moaned very loudly then looked to my left. Susan was laying on her stomach, still asleep. In no time at all, my cock was very hard. I tried my best to delay my orgasm but could not. I shot my load into her mouth in one of the best orgasms I had ever enjoyed. After I caught my breath, I whispered to Kristy, "Where on earth did you learn to do that?" "I just made it up, Mark," Kristy answered with a smile that could best be described as one of naughty contentment. "It was impossible for me to control my orgasm," I whispered as Kristy slid up beside me. "Really?" Kristy asked. "I'll have to remember that next time I want to get a client off quickly." Susan woke up, rolled over then asked, "Mark, would you mind if Kristy I started dressing to distress more often?" ****************************************************** That's all I have ready to post to the newsgroup. I'm working on more chapters of this rather long account. If you're interested in reading more, please let me know by posting in either alt.sex.stories.d or via E-mail. 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